Aging Bones – Joy Okwori


Breathe of ease and laughter of great sincerity, young blood of silky smooth skin wrapped up in a world of utter glee.

It is in this blur moment
that all the images I once
envisaged present themselves as scary saddening shadows.

Pureness of mind, void of the world’s chaos. In whose eyes the world is a scoop of ice cream and as the sweet milk from those succulent moulds.

My aging bones creaks, uncomfortable in my tortured skin wanting to be young again. It is stale and sad knowing that the past is past.

 ™Joy Okwori


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